SPR and Company
And an “appropriate” dress will show your legs, is the thing.

Nah, they’re not that bad.

But if they are, then that’s tough titties, ‘cos I have one that shows my shoulders but goes down to the floor (well, to the top of my feet since my grandma altered it).

I say we smash beauty standards. It would probably hurt less.

I concur heartily with this!

Alas the further fringes of the groom’s family are more…I’ll say ‘traditional’ because that’s closer to the British ‘conservative’, so they’d probably expect me in a dress rather than a suit.

That said, if I’m gonna wear a dress, I’m going to look fucking fabulous whilst I do it.

I would recommend an epilator as you get longer than about a day of smooth legs using one - the downside is it hurts and I’ve never been brave enough to try using mine in my armpits.

As much as I love my boyfriend and like his sister, I don’t appreciate them enough to do that.

I’d rather Akeelah chew on my toes.

And also pinpricks of stubble are worse than potential razor burn/cuts anyway

Razor cuts are really minor for me. Okay, they leak a little, but they heal up pretty quickly. I do have moles everywhere though, so I have to be careful not to cut them, because appareently they bleed like hell. I wish not to find out.

But stubble is the worst. ‘Cos it’s like ‘hey hey guess what you missed’ and it just stays there and the only way to get properly smooth skin to rip the little bastards out, and fuck that up the A with a cactus and a Reaper and packet of mints.

Armpits are the worst. They get really itchy and irritated. My legs just feel naked.

I have like pinpricks of stubble on my legs and underarms.

And my mother still expects me to shave AND shave in the morning before the wedding?


Momma, I grow hair like a beast. I will have stubble whether you like it or not. Also I think I’ve misplaced my last razor.

NICE THOUGHTS CHALLENGE. Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly and send this to 10 of your favorite followers. But not back to me, of course.

Okay, now I’ve stopped squeeing about being a favourite follower, let’s get down to business.

  1. I look really nice in the dress I’ve got for the wedding on Saturday.
  2. I love my hair right now. It’s large and fluffy.
  3. My arms are really nice and tanned from the good weather.
  4. I try to be nice to everyone the first time around?
  5. I’m pretty knowledgable about a wide range of subjects
Now I want FF+ for Akeelah with Jack. *chinhands* Go 'head. ^.^

(Prior warning: this is my first time writing Jack)

Akeelah’s not exactly sure what worried her more; the content of this so-called ‘fanfiction’, or Jack’s predatory leering as she waited for the Commander to finish reading it.

"It’s…interesting." She eventually said, cautiously. Jack laughed.

"Come on Shepard, stop fucking around! What do you really think?"

"I think that they’re heartily mistaken on both my sexuality and who I’d like to bang." Akeelah replied. "I’m sorry, Jack, but I don’t…go that way."

The biotic’s eyes narrowed.

"Can’t knock it until you’ve tried it, Girl Scout." She grinned widely.

"No." Akeelah growled. "The only biotic I’m screwing is Kaidan, and that’s that."

Privately Akeelah admits if she were younger and actually had a sexual attraction to ladies, Jack would be a prime candidate.


Please sit down with me and and imagine the following otp’s falling asleep together:

  • With Garrus it’s a balancing act of pillows and spurs and bones - he has to have several pillows behind his head to accommodate his cowl, and a few behind his back and under his legs. He has to lie just right so that Shepard can share his pillow nest, but once they’re settled in, nothing’s more comfortable. They skip blankets and only cover up with a sheet (Turians run warm and cuddling with Garrus is like holding onto a hot water bottle), and Shepard never falls asleep faster than when she’s in his arms.

  • Kaidan is a fierce snuggler and loves to fall asleep spooning with Shepard. Even if they get too warm and roll away from each other in the night, they try to keep their feet or hands or shoulders touching. Those little connections are a tiny lifeline, an anchor if one of them wakes up suddenly - something that says, I’m still here. I’m still real.

  • Thane’s favorite way to fall asleep is when Shepard strokes his back and arms with just the tips of her fingers. Just before he drifts off, she tugs at his shoulder to roll towards her, burying her face in his neck and fitting herself as close to him as possible.

  • Alistair sprawls and takes up most of the bed, and Maker, does he snore. But he doesn’t protest when the Warden elbows him in the ribs to make him scoot over, just smiles a sleepy smile and murmurs an apology. He makes room for her, kissing her shoulder in the process, and she curls up against him with a happy sigh.

  • Zevran usually stays awake just a little longer than the Warden, watching the lines of their face smooth out in sleep. He feels an odd little tug in his chest when he looks at them, a strange mix of protectiveness and longing that he knows is dangerous. When he finally lets his head drop to the pillow and closes his eyes, Zevran pretends not to feel the Warden’s hand close around his (but then he can’t help the little smile tugging at his lips, and knows he may already be lost).

  • Fenris is used to sleeping in a tight, defensive ball at one corner of the bed. So when he starts spending the night with Hawke, he slowly gets used to the luxury of sleeping stretched out and safe with someone else at his side. He comes to love hearing Hawke’s soft breathing and gentle rustling under the covers while they’re both settling into sleep.

  • Anders doesn’t always sleep well. He’ll lie awake in the dark, exhausted but worrying and worrying about his clinic, the Templars, and whether he’s making any difference at all. Hawke can tell when he can’t sleep, and will curl protectively around Anders and scratch his back in soft, hypnotic circles. As slowly relaxes, Hawke starts talking in a low voice about everything and nothing - whether it’s a childhood story about Ferelden or a bawdy anecdote from the Hanged Man.

It’s Monday,
and your hair is messy.
You haphazardly put on your jeans and shirt
as you moan about the day of the week -
and I love you.

It’s Tuesday,
and you’re stumbling your way around the room,
trying to sort out the things you have to do.
You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose,
asking me about my day -
and I love you.

It’s Wednesday,
and you’re quietly sprawled on the couch.
You pat the spot next to you and pepper kisses on my hair
because it’s my least favorite day of the week (and you know it) -
and I love you.

It’s Thursday,
and you’re wondering what the weekend will bring,
but you’re still moaning about how
the week is going by too slow for your tastes -
and I love you.

It’s Friday,
and I’m surrounded by DVDs and snacks
you’ve prepared when I was gone.
You welcome me with blankets and warmth from your arms -
and I love you.

It’s Saturday,
and you’re feeling lazy.
You won’t let me leave your arms
(or is it the other way around?)
So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder
how much time we have left
before sleep makes us miss each other’s faces -
and I love you.

It’s Sunday,
and there’s nothing much to say but
I love you.

Loving you (NJ.)

I will ALWAYS reblog this.

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And you broke my heart.  I miss having this.

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I wrote this and tbh, I actually didn’t (still don’t) have this haha

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If you think ‘kink-shaming’ is even a goddamn issue compared to sexual violence being constantly romanticized, you need to unfollow me immediately.
Maybe go home and rethink your life as well.